And by impersonating beauty itself
You fell down from that shelf
A tiny book covered in dust
Some lecture if I must
The history begins a little sad, with a girl
It felt like nothing at the beggining
As I walked through the pages of this odd whirl
I sensed there was something missing
A \'hmpf\' for sure, pretty odd for sure
Though I keep on reading for curiosity
It turned out to be a genuine text, kinda pure
And so I just went deep down in this history
Dolorous words, one after another
Ages of pain and evolution it says
This pasages are like a sad folder
Years of efforts, that is what she pays
It is a little book but I haven\'t finished it yet
Everyday when I open it
Many emotions and feelings arise
Quite imposible to ever end it
More than feelings and wholesomeness
This pages contain knowledge
It is a book that really fits me
Truly taking me to the edge
I\'ve suffered by this book
Laugh and rage too
But that is what I treasure the most
That it teaches me everyday on how to be human
Not a day, not an hour pass without saying to me that all that I lived and will live is gonna be good
This charming text, with a cute cover, soft and warm to the touch, details in bright brown, the pages exhume a pleasing aroma
Been a few months since I started reading
And I already love it
About the history that the book hides, I know little, it\'s like the book decides what to reveal to me, like every new page I read is writen the night before and I love that, it\'s like I\'m becoming something to this book
For what it is and for what it will be
I\'ll keep safe this pasages
Protect it with my own life
And make sure it is always in good state
A book, one in a million
Magical like a fairy
Harsh like reality
And with an infinte ways to say to you
Stop being so whiny
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